The mansions of the nobility were usually heavily guarded. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But the scene in front of him was beyond Bill's expectations.

The Duke's Palace, where the target lives, is right in front of you. There are four towers at each of the four corners of the building, all with searchlights. Thankfully, they're not in use right now, they're just decorations.

The guards standing guard around were scattered in a haphazard manner, and there was no way to form a surveillance network. Connoisseurs can tell at a glance that there are many blind spots in this way. And they are very lazy, mostly yawning, and looking listless.

Bill had never seen such a loose battle.

This is just a ploy to trick you into underestimating the enemy, calm down, Bill. He said to himself.

As a veteran assassin for more than 30 years, he once poisoned and killed an arrogant royal prince, broke the neck of a wealthy businessman, and once sent a dagger into the heart of a magician.

He has his own rules for doing things, that is, he never goes head-to-head with people. Hiding and hiding, and suddenly casting cold arrows is his forte.

"The ghost of the night" - that's what the big guys call him.

The reason for this, in addition to the black clothes he wore when he was a child, it must be said that his skills in hiding himself in the dark are incomparable. He confidently sneaked up on his target, plunged the dagger into his heart and then quietly left.

No one could find him.

This mission has a high level of difficulty. Many of the biggest names in the industry have fallen on this mission, and these losers, without exception, have never made it back to the underworld.

But driven by huge profits, Bill decided to take the risk. If successful, the bounty of the mission could be used to squander him for several lifetimes.

So, Bill came here.

The area of street lighting near the annex is limited.

The moment one of the guards turned his head, Bill didn't miss the fleeting opportunity and rushed out in a low position. After sprinting silently on the grass for a while with the help of the building's shadow in the moonlight, he managed to stick his body against the wall of the annex.

After making sure that no one was in the house, Bill took a special graver from his waist pocket and cut a near-perfect circular hole near the lock in the window. Reaching in and opening the window, and with a light forward roll, he managed to enter the courtyard.

It's a piece of cake.

The dark hallway was empty, and Bill gave up stealth and performed ghost steps. In a relatively small space, Ghost Walk keeps Bill's speed in line with the flow of air, thus avoiding the detection of the powerful.

The target is in the second room on the second floor, which is reliable information given by the client.

Even when he climbed the old wooden staircase, Bill didn't make a sound. Victory is in sight, and in the blink of an eye, Bill is already outside the target door, only to find that the door is unlocked.

He chose to enter through the main entrance, because this is the time when the average person sleeps most soundly. Even if the target is awake, Bill has the confidence to burst out and kill.

For Bill, who was used to being in the dark, night was not much different from day. He saw a teenager lying in the middle of a large bed with draperies.

Without the slightest hesitation, Bill stepped forward and plunged the dagger into the boy's body.

Thin was stained red by the blood that flowed out.

The operation was too smooth, unbelievably smooth. In a mixture of excitement and doubt, Bill pulled out his dagger and turned to leave. Suddenly, something strange came!

Bill sensed danger from behind! Assassins were most sensitive to the movement of air.

Bang!

By the time the shots rang out, it was too late.

Bill was shot in the back of the head and instantly fell unconscious to the floor.

......

Hearing the gunshots upstairs, a woman's voice came from the room on the first floor of the courtyard: "That unlucky ghost thinks he doesn't know the ghost, if it weren't for the young master's special order to leave all the guys who came to die for him...... Alas, it looks like tomorrow there will be another nasty cleanup. ”

She put down her twin guns and looked at a banner posted on the wall:

"As the head maid, you only need two skills: pouring coffee and cleaning up corpses."